Saturday, February 14, 2015

My Beating Heart



Some days I wake before we've rolled around to meet the sun.



By the time I get dressed for the cold, stumbling through, half asleep, the sun has breached the canopy.



A light snow fallen the night before drew me out from the warmth. The farm field, behind the scrim of trees, changes weekly from white to mottled gray to black and then white, again.



It is still.



No rustling of cold-crisp leaves, no creaking of timber, no muffled doof of dropped snow glops. There was a squirrel motionless, vertical, on a dead or dying red oak. Fixed on that spot for quite awhile, I say this squirrel did not make a move. To my right, then, an explosion of noise! My head jerks upward to see a squirrel bursting out of a leafy nest wadded into the crotch of another red oak, then scrambling into the branches of a different tree. I thought how rare that I should get out of bed before squirrels.



I was about ready to come in from the cold when Betsy came out dressed for a walk. Not too far she promised, just around the bend in the road. Outside for half an hour, not moving but for camera work, I was pretty cold, but I joined her. 


- I am the still squirrel and Betsy the exuberant one. -


 At the end of the drive, up slope, frosted pines, spruce, and aspen grow in the clearing.



Down slope, sumac curlicues tickle the sky.



I see a prop plane traveling northwest and I think how cold it must be in that cabin, single engine planes fly in pleasant weather, and then I understand -it's about the stillness.



Around the bend, a roll of hay, unused, under a willow.



And the matted grasses.

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On March 1, 2015 I will discontinue posting on NYCGarden. You can continue to read my posts here.



3 comments:

  1. Coming from a place that seldom knows stillness except when most are asleep, I wonder if I could tolerate the stillness long enough to feel the peace. Beautiful post.

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  2. Living in snow-deprived Portland, I crave snow and the silence and stillness it can bring. Thank you for these beautiful photographs of and commentary about your snow-filled early morning in the country. Your squirrels remind me of the many who romp in the trees surrounding our house. Peacefully, Leslie in Oregon

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